𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖲𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖺, 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗒𝗅 𝖣𝗂𝗑𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗉, 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖤𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈, 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍． ᵈᵃʳʸˡ ᵈⁱˣᵒⁿ ˣ ᵒᶜ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ

'That's what you are-a tongue twister. Leaving me breathless the more I try. I'm so determined to figure you out, but all I get is frustrated. In the end, I'm left unsure you're beneficial to me at all.' I do not own twilight. #2 in BREAKING #45 in NEW

🎖️WATTYS SHORT LIST 25🎖️*COMPLETED* River Fontaine has it all. The looks, the personality, the friend group and the popularity. Everyone either wants to be her or with her. Nash Kingston is just the same. Handsome, mysterious, wanted by all and very charming (in his own way). Girls and boys fall at his feet, except for our blondie. Followed after their families feud, he doesn't like her one bit and River...well, she loves some good banter. To her is just playful bickering, to him it's a long time grudge. Either way, they can't stay away from each other. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• "I don't think your girlfriend would appreciate you calling other girls hot." "Then good it's her I'm saying it to." "I'm not...your girlfriend." "Not yet." -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• #1 IN POPULAR #1 IN BICKERING WATTY'S SHORT LIST 2025

After the end of the world, Elizabeth (Lilith) was told by her brother that in the new world, caring is for the weak. She becomes a dark person with no feelings and only instinct to survive. This changes when she meets Daryl, who also struggles with his emotions like her. However, he develops a soft spot for her and desperately tries to change her views on caring.

This is the continuation of A World Beyond, where Maeve and Daryl must navigate the aftermath of war-each grappling with trauma, healing, and the fragile threads that bind them. As the world begins to rebuild, they face new dangers, new choices, and the question of whether love alone is enough to survive what comes next.

"My girl isn't fucking weak and there isn't shit wrong with her. She's a fucking force and her pain is her power." He paused, allowing his words to seep into my soul. "And her place will always be at my side, say it." He demanded. A few tears tracked down my face. My throat was clogged with emotions, and it felt hard to breathe, but I did what I was told. "I'm not weak and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force...." I swallowed. "My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Louder. I want to hear you." My chin trembled but the words that left my mouth next were strong and hard. "I'm not weak. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Again." His voice was a whisper against my skin, causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. "Say it again, Sam." My heart thawed. "I'm not weak." I said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Damn straight." He whispered against my lips. "You're fucking perfect. Don't let me hear you call yourself weak, Sam. Because you aren't." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. I was merciless, and in my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Things have always been the same in the underground, nd when you play with your life, things were collected. Her brother is in my debt, and if that debt isn't paid someone will die. This was just business, so why couldn't I kill her and get shit over with? She was just a means to an end. Right?

She was the epitome of strength, fighting her way through a new world - one where the dead walked and society ceased to exist. He was a force to be reckoned with, tenacious and unyielding. The hands of fate brought them together, but can they fight alongside one another through the apocalyptic wasteland without losing themselves, or each other? (Daryl Dixon x Original Female Character) Slow burn. Mature content. 🔥🫢 Some main TWD plot points included, but I intend to diverge often to keep it exciting and fresh. I don't own the rights to any TWD characters or scenes. OFC is my own, as are some of the plot lines in this story. Top Rankings: #1 in #DarylDixonLove #2 in #NormanReedus #2 in TWDfanfiction #2 in #DarylDixonRomance #6 in #Daryl #12 in #DarylDixonSmut 😜

This is a story between y/n Malfoy and Mattheo Riddle. It is a slow burn love story which involves smut and sensitive subjects so I will give a trigger warning in an advance. The story will also involve the characters (which I don't own) such as Theodore Nott, Draco Mallory, enzo Berkshire and many more from the original Harry Potter characters. I also am using so to help me write some sections of this . This is my first whatpadd story so I really hope you like it, I will try to come out with a new chapter at least every two days but it will depend on how busy I am. The first chapter isn't very good but I promise it gets a lot better from there and I will rewrite it when I get time TW: rape, abuse, torture, ED, smut and other things of the sort

Rosalie Potter, a Slytherin and Harry Potter's twin sister, had always clashed with Mattheo Riddle. The son of Voldemort, Mattheo was everything Rosalie despised. He was dangerous in a way that drew people in even when they knew better. He ruled Slytherin with a charm that was equal parts infuriating and irresistible. But something in the air shifted this year. Their arguments felt different, the sparks between them harder to ignore. Now, with the pressure of the Triwizard Tournament pushing them together, Rose must confront the possibility that her greatest enemy could become her greatest temptation. Enemies by choice, yet drawn together by forces neither of them could name. TROPES enemies to lovers forbidden love grumpy x sunshine

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.